Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina h...
Part One: Ah, I Don't Hardly Know Her "Not happening, Rick!" Billie shouted into the den at her third biggest big brother as she tossed his dirty jockeys, jeans, and work shirts out of her laundry basket and onto her utility room floor. "As long as you're crashing at my house, you'll wash your own damned clothes. I'm not Cherie." Billie returned to her hom...
Chapter 3: Lana reinforces her control As she and Jeremy had strolled into the reception area from the hotel's indoor pool, Rachal caught sight of Lana at the reception desk. The butch Manageress was talking to the redhead she'd seen down by the hotel pool on a couple of occasions. Seen her? That was an understatement. The woman had no reservations abou...
For those of you who know my writing, this is a break from my normal style. While my other stories may borrow small bits of truth or experiences from my own life, they are undoubtedly fiction. This however is a true event that was related to me by a good friend and I have tried to retell it as faithfully as I can. * My Name is Cally and I'm a lesbian. M...
The lakeside restaurant has a good reputation for its wine cellar, its original food creations, its spectacular view, its conviviality. ***** 'It's been over a year. She knows everything about me. There's nothing to worry about.' Aida tells herself. 'I'm only meeting a friend, a good friend... My therapist says I should stop spinning everything and look...
The Confederation of Canada can be a wonderful place but it can also be a funny place. I've heard horror stories from highly educated immigrants hailing from places like southeast Asia, continental Africa and the Middle East whose credentials aren't accepted by Canadian institutions. Canada can be quite xenophobic that way. If you're not White and you're edu...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...
"You love the taste of cunt, don't you?" Natasha remarked. Julie removed her tongue from the thick lips and folds of her lover's vulva, and smiled at Natasha, a thin trail of saliva on her chin. "Yeah! Nothing beats it! It's got the best taste in the world." "And my pussy? How's that compare?" "It's good! Amongst the best. You've got a world class clit a...
My name is Jolene Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in sociology. I basically want to understand people and why they do what they do. I also like to dominate people. Especially Black women. These sexy ladies from the inne...
Dear Jenny: You asked for my story of way back then: how did I survive, how did I find strength and acceptance? How did I find love? Yes, I'll tell you, Jenny. You've a right to know, and from what you've written to me about your life now, you need to know. I'm including the intimate, naughty bits, because they're part of the story, part of who Annie and I...